Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return-Chapter 1129: Calling a Sure-Win Gamble Picking Up Money

Chapter 1129: Chapter 1129: Calling a Sure-Win Gamble Picking Up Money

Seeing Han Yan leading Ling Baobao and Tan Yu leisurely towards them, the crowd instinctively cleared a path, creating a bit of a star-studded atmosphere.

"You really dare to come?" Earlier, when Han Yan hadn’t arrived, even Nie Fangsheng thought he was afraid to show up and face embarrassment. Unexpectedly, he did come, and seemed so relaxed, appearing oblivious to the surrounding gossip.

"Why wouldn’t I dare? I’m still thinking about Lord Nie’s ancestral Sword Casting Technique." Han Yan responded with a carefree smile.

"Such arrogance!" Nie Fangsheng glanced at Han Yan disdainfully: Laugh, laugh while you can, soon you’ll be crying.

Nie Fangsheng was determined to humiliate Han Yan ruthlessly upon his failure and expel him from the Sword Casting Hall, not caring about Gong Hongru’s reputation.

After all, it was Han Yan’s own fault for being too reckless and bringing shame upon himself; Gong Hongru couldn’t blame him for it.

"Shall we start now?" Han Yan said bluntly, uninterested in exchanging words.

"Let’s begin." Nie Fangsheng flicked his sleeves and stepped back two paces, sitting comfortably in the grand master’s chair, coldly staring at Han Yan.

Han Yan stepped forward, glanced at the sword casting hammer and the prepared refined iron. Fortunately, this Nie Heilian hadn’t stooped to despicable actions, nothing had been tampered with.

In truth, it wasn’t out of Nie Heilian’s conscience, but he simply didn’t think Han Yan had any chance of success, so he couldn’t be bothered to interfere.

"Light the fire, open the furnace!" Han Yan commanded.

"Yes, Master." Tan Yu and the others replied respectfully before quickly lighting the fire and opening the furnace.

Soon, the sword casting furnace was ablaze with blue flames, and compared to the furnace Tan Yu had bought yesterday, this one was of higher quality, with hotter and more intense flames.

Han Yan held the hammer with one hand, ready to begin the sword casting, fully displaying the demeanor of a Sword Casting Master.

"This Han Yan seems so confident, could he really have mastered the methods of casting and Bone Forging? But after only studying once and contemplating for a night, how is it possible to learn so quickly?" Observing Han Yan’s confident demeanor, the surrounding crowd couldn’t help but feel puzzled, finding it hard to believe their assumptions.

"Ling Baobao, what are you doing?" Just as the crowd was filled with doubts, eagerly awaiting the outcome, Han Yan suddenly stopped and shouted at Ling Baobao.

"Nothing, nothing." Ling Baobao replied awkwardly with a smile.

"Nothing? What’s that in your hand?" Han Yan asked with a stern face.

"I was just placing some bets, they all say you can’t succeed, so I’m gambling a bit with them." Ling Baobao admitted sheepishly.

The disciples watching Han Yan intently almost fainted on the spot, it turns out not only is Han Yan confident, but Ling Baobao has complete faith in him too, daring to place bets.

Nie Fangsheng’s darkened face turned even darker, gambling in his Sword Casting Hall, treating it like a gambling den?

"I’ve told you many times, gambling harms yourself and others, why are you still gambling?" Han Yan said disappointedly.

"But my mother always says, if you know you’ll only win and not lose, it’s not gambling, it’s picking up money. Can’t I pick up money?" Ling Baobao replied bitterly.

"Oh, then come here." Han Yan thought for a moment and said.

"What for?" Ling Baobao reluctantly walked over.

"Take these and place some bets for me too." Han Yan casually handed him a thick stack of silver notes.

"Didn’t you say gambling is bad, harms yourself and others?" Ling Baobao said with a troubled expression.

If only he won and everyone else lost, he could earn a great sum, but Han Yan was wealthy, throwing in millions of taels meant his share would naturally be less.

"Can’t I pick up money too?" Han Yan threw him a glance and said.

Sure, gambling isn’t good, but Ling Baobao was right too, who wouldn’t want to pick up money, it has nothing to do with gambling.

"Hurry up, I might even share a bit more with you." Han Yan nudged Ling Baobao, she was eager to pick up money and didn’t want to dally.

The surrounding crowd was left dumbfounded, they’ve seen confidence before, but never to this extent, where does Han Yan derive such assurance?

"How about you placing some more bets, otherwise there’s not much extra to share?" Ling Baobao pleaded to the crowd with a bitter face.

It seemed he really believed that he would only win and not lose, just picking up money, only the amount varied.

Though they didn’t really think Han Yan stood much chance of succeeding, seeing Ling Baobao’s overwhelming confidence, quite a number still remained cautious and hesitated to place bets.

"Place a bit more bets, it’s rare to get a chance to gamble, even winning some Elixir money would be great, if I win I’ll treat everyone to a meal," Ling Baobao almost begged.

The surrounding crowd wore confused expressions, you win our money, then treat us to a meal, sounds like we’re the ones losing, are we really fools?

Wait, hold on, why does he say he wins and actually wins, accidentally we’ve come to believe his words firmly.

"I’ll gamble with you!" Nie Fangsheng was absolutely furious.

This Ling Baobao, this Han Yan, truly treated his Sword Casting Hall like a gambling den? Even if it’s a gambling den, to assume they’d only win and not lose, to have everyone around so convinced.

This puts his reputation to shame, especially since he intended to embarrass Han Yan to avenge Qiu Yongcheng, a well-known secret at Long Yan Academy.

Saying that, Nie Fangsheng directly took out several million taels in silver notes and tossed them to Ling Baobao.

"Good, good, anyone else wants to bet? Hurry up, once this chance is gone, it’s gone for good." Ling Baobao grinned ear to ear. Millions of taels, so much money, he’s striking it rich!

"I’ll bet too." Qiu Zizhong naturally wasn’t willing to let Han Yan thrive while belittling himself, he also took out a million.

Seeing Nie Fangsheng and Qiu Zizhong both placing bets, some Academy Disciples also followed suit.

Now, Ling Baobao was beside himself with joy.

"Han Yan, shall we start?" Watching the somewhat legitimate test turn into a farce, Nie Fangsheng felt a wave of anxiety and urged Han Yan.

"Alright, let’s start." Seeing Ling Baobao had already "picked up" quite a bit of money, Han Yan was in high spirits, deemed the furnace temperature suitable, then began swinging the sword casting hammer.

The dark gold sword casting hammer, guided by Han Yan’s skilled technique, carved graceful arcs, radiating captivating brilliance, filled with a sense of beauty.

Everyone around was in awe, no wonder Han Yan was so confident, this casting and Bone Forging sword casting technique, he truly grasped it deeply.